People will go home to their lives
Meanwhile, the Efiel Tower cries
Trumps of power, plays to games
Yet people, lives are not the same

People or places, points and clear
Monument's always left to the dear
No race for a card in the ill of a got
Yet people will have the second shot

A dear to darlings, no plays or a mean
Someone, the lives are behind the scene
A move, a memory in all moments found
Someone, then the cries to never around
 
It's more or less a switch to a change
No channel surfing at the cries of pain
It's less or leave in the effort of a clear
Someone cries then for lives so dear